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A smile pulls at my lips as the memory engulfs me of the time Tisur couldn’t find Jesper after he woke up the night after a battle and almost burned down a forest to go and look for him. Jesper was only just taking a piss a few yards away. They were newly bonded, and the memory of Jesper running through the woods yelling ‘I’m here! Don’t roast me!’ will forever be ingrained in my mind. Especially because his dragon isn’t even a fire type. Tisur spews water.
“Which I understand, hatchling. I am merely giving you advice. Females don’t like being told what to do; they’re fierce creatures. Your female might decide to take your balls. It will be humiliating to have a ball-less rider but, alas, you’re stubborn. Let’s hope she is merciful and lets you keep them.”
Sometimes a few hours talking things over with friends and a bit of homicidal thinking from your familiar is all you need to get your head screwed on a little straighter.
